Comfort Deep

I wept as a child
that a man would die
that a man would be
tortured crying to sky.

The clouds opened
and he spoke it is done.
The piercing flesh it did
bring pain eternal run.

No matter your creed
or the type of speech led
we all have our versions
who champion the dead.

We need understanding
we need compassion and
an eye from our creator
to bring comfort by hands.

But our hands they kill
all innocent and meek.
This life makes it harder
for us to turn our cheek.

Yet by my Christ I weep
for the innocent they keep
words close so they’ll sleep
in a comfort down deep.

3 Comments Add yours

  1. eob2 says:

    A moving piece J.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. J.Michael says:

      Thank you Elle.

      Liked by 1 person

      1. eob2 says:

        You’re welcome. 🙂

        Liked by 1 person

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